He liked the mountains. The air was crisp and fresh with a sharpness that invigorated the lungs and freshened one's spirit. The isolation of them felt good, too, and since his original 'hiding spot' had been discovered he had spent a time finding somewhere quieter. Peaceful.
Just when he'd began to isolate himself from others, he was not quite sure. As a cub he'd been rather social and then, as time passed, he began to feel more and more out of place. He was immortal. They were not. He had powers. They did not. And, eventually, he had rescinded to avoid any awkwardness. Still, the mountain was not as abandoned as he had hoped. He could smell lions close by - there were always lions close by - and had made 'camp' far enough that he hoped he could relax for a time on his own.
In fact he had been lying there, quite still, that even a small bird had landed on one of his horns, stirring him enough that he opened an eye to look around.
Tanakako
The iron grey lioness walked slowly through the deep drifts. Her steel fur catching the bright sunlight as it reflected off the snow. As was her habit, the Councilman was walking her mountains. While the familiar paths of her cubhood no longer existed, this new home had become just as familiar. The mountains were eternal, just as life was eternal. 